Pillows

I woke up this morning on my futon and the sun was pouring in on me. I had left the blinds open six inches, just for the possibility of this occurring. It has been sunny all week (minus last night), and after a looonng, rainy, winter, there is nothing like bright sunshine waking you up in the morning.

The sunny wake-up call is just another reason for me to want to sleep on [the best ever] futon every night. Matt is pretty strict… says we should sleep in our bed. But really! The futon is so much more comfortable, has no ladder (the bed is lofted), and what if we have to move in five months!? I can’t take the futon with me. I would forever regret the nights when I didn’t sleep on it when I could have.

Luckily, Matt is fairly easy to convince. (He knows it is better too)…So we sleep there quite frequently.

I woke up this morning and after a Toad in the Hole or two, flopped down on my couch (not the futon, the couch), on about 13 pillows. For some reason, when I am looking for things to do nowadays, I am drawn to making pillows. I am not sure how it all started, but it is a nice way to spend a sunny morning, or afternoon… or late evening. I think I would probably like to sew other things, but with no sewing machine here, and no tools other than thread and a needle, a pillow is really the best choice.

I also think it makes my house feel comfy….

Well, my coffee is now done, and I am expected at Matt’s basketball game in about an hour with a stop at the market for kaas before that.